She sat up in bed
in the middle of the night,
asking what time it was.
I told her it was 1:30.
She got up.
Went to the bathroom,
laid back in bed
and complained about being hot.
I told her she didn't have to stay.
She was off the hook.
Maybe she wanted me to beg
her to stay?
To make her feel
a little more wanted?
I wouldn't give in.
Standing my ground,
I watched her walk out the door.
Now as I look behind me,
the bed seems a little more
lonelier.
I could have had someone
to hold on to.
Instead,
I'll have to squeeze
on this old pillow,
I've grown used to.